With the arrival of Yifeng, Yan Chuan's heart was happy!

Yan Chuan and Yifeng were reminiscing outside the Dongfang Palace, which suddenly made the faces of the sixty great Confucian faces burst into black lines. This is **luo's neglect, I wait for sixty Confucians, and I don't see you?

Chen Ping Daru was about to stare and drink.

Liu Zilu Daru waved his hand and stopped Chen Ping's impulsiveness.

Looking into the distance, Liu Zilu was slightly worried.

Wave your hand again.

A big Confucian nodded.

Another monument appeared, and another scroll was gently hung.

Wan Ru looked at Yan Chuan in the distance in confusion, but more excitedly at the second scroll.

The reels slowly opened, and a wave of heat rushed in.

The yellow light rushed up to the sky, and a large amount of yellow mist suddenly rushed out of the scroll, and in the yellow mist, another scene also appeared.

Rolling desert! As far as the eye can see, the sun is incomparable.

Although they were in Julu City, looking at this painting, everyone had a feeling of entering the Great Desert.

This is not a painting, it is a word, a poem, and the words are used to write a prosperous desert scene, which immediately attracted the admiration of a group of Confucian cultivators.

The desert is endless, larger than the sea next to it, although it is only 200 zhang in diameter, but the hot sun of the desert seems to evaporate the sea water next to it

The same.

"Boom!"

The momentum of the desert once again pressed on the opposite side of the fierce general's phantom, and the oppression of cold and heat made the peerless fierce general shrink by about half.

On top of the literary momentum, it has completely overwhelmed Yan Chuan's poem.

Liu Zilu showed a satisfied smile, and the Confucians were also extremely satisfied.

looked at Yan Chuan in the distance again.

In the distance, Yan Chuan and Yifeng's reminiscences are almost over.

"Yan Chuan, I still have three characters here, can you comment on them?" Liu Zilu shouted with satisfaction.

As soon as Liu Zilu drank it, everyone looked at Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan and Yifeng also slowly turned around.

Suddenly saw the holy scene outside the Yong Temple.

"Meow, Yan Chuan, that poem of yours has been suppressed!" Meow suddenly exclaimed.

"My poems, they don't deserve to use my poems!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Meow?" Meow Meow looked at Yan Chuan curiously.

"Yan Chuan, this is a splendid text, what should I do? They have prepared five characters!" Dongfang Zhengfang said worriedly.

""Magnificent Waves" and "Sand in the World"? Good words! Julu City really lives up to its name, these two words are really powerful!" Yifeng exclaimed.

Yan Chuan smiled faintly.

"However, Wang's poems are also extremely domineering, this group of Confucians are obviously here to trouble Wang, does Wang have new poems?" Yifeng said with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

On the side, the Oriental Decent suddenly shouted: "How can it be so easy, the pen shows the weather, the weather may not be as you like, you must use the splendid text to control it, the splendid wonderful."

Wen, that's a chance!"

"Meow, these villains!" Meowth said angrily.

"Moreover, every splendid wonderful article, as long as it is born, will be famous all over the world, therefore, it is impossible to plagiarize the previous wonderful articles, Yan Chuan, you are miserable now!" Dongfang Zheng

Pie worried.

"Hehe, I have a lot of such articles!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Ahh

"You guys are waiting here, Yifeng will follow me into the palace!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Okay!" Dongfang Decent nodded, although he didn't believe it.

Holding the plaque of 'Selling Fame and Fishing for Reputation', the white dragon stood with Dongfang Decency and watched Yan Chuan, Yifeng, and Meow Meow walk back to the Dongfang Palace.

"Kuang!" the door slammed shut.

On the other side, Wang Long raised his eyebrows: "This Yan Chuan is afraid, is he going to escape?"

Chen Ping suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, I'm a shrinking turtle again!"

"The teacher's ordinary calligraphy and painting are not comparable to those children!" said another Confucian disdainfully. Liu Zilu shook his head and said, "No, Dongfang Decent and that person are still standing outside with a plaque." Yan Chuan entered the Dongfang Palace, maybe he went to write!"

"How much can he write at this time?" Chen Ping said disdainfully.

"Wait patiently!" Liu Zilu said lightly.

"Hmm!" a group of big confucians nodded.

Wan Ru was also curious at the moment, many people thought that Yan Chuan was afraid, but the sixty Confucian Confucians waited patiently, and suddenly let the movements of the Confucian cultivators subside.

Inside the Oriental Temple!

"Meow! another volume!" Meowth cried excitedly.

In the blink of an eye, there were a hundred scrolls on the chair next to him, and Yifeng tied each scroll with a hint of excitement.

"Wang, am I dazzled?" Yifeng said in surprise.

"I said, it's not my article!, but, it's all mine!" Yan Chuan shook his head and said.

"Meow, you didn't write it, who wrote it?" Meow Meow bewildered.

Yan Chuan shook his head and didn't explain, this is more troublesome to explain, he was the emperor in his previous life, and he was the champion of the imperial examination in all dynasties, and he would write a splendid essay one after another.

That's the leader of every year!

In the previous life, Yan Chuan's country was much larger than Julu Academy, and talented people abounded, and one after another splendid and wonderful essays were constantly handed to Yan Chuan's table during the imperial examination.

Yan Chuan only picked up a hundred of them.

Can the top talent be bad?

Moreover, this is still a group of champions!

The poem written by Yan Chuan before was just an inscription poem by Wu Zhuangyuan.

I haven't seen Sima Yuntian yet, as for going all out?

"Wang, are you going to let your ministers go?" Yifeng said in understanding.

"Yes, next, I have more important things to do, these sour Confucians, you will send them on my behalf, as for chess, I am sure, none of them can be as strong as you!

Make use of your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, hold on for me for a while, during this time, something may happen in the Dongfang Palace, you don't care!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Yes, please rest assured, the minister also wants to meet this group of great Confucians!" Yifeng smiled slightly.

"Hmm!" Yan Chuan nodded.

Soon, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the gate of the Oriental Hall opened again.

"Kuang!" As soon as the door opened, the Confucians in the Yong Hall in the distance suddenly lifted their spirits.

"Yan Chuan really dares to come out!" Chen Ping showed a hint of disdain.

Yan Chuan walked in front, and Yifeng walked out holding a large stack of scrolls.

Look at the hundred scrolls that Yifeng took out.

In the distance, all the great Confucian faces twitched.

"This Yan Chuan is crazy, can't he really write it, and he has written so much?" exclaimed a great confucian.

"Phew, this kung fu can write splendid and wonderful texts? Moreover, it's still a hundred volumes?" Chen Ping showed a hint of disdain.

Not only Chen Ping, but nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators also showed puzzlement. What are you doing with a stack of scrolls?

"Yan Chuan, who are you?" Dongfang Decent said incomprehensibly.

"White Dragon, you help me protect Yifeng's safety, pay attention, Yifeng's safety comes first!" Yan Chuan looked at Bailong.

"Yes!" said Bai Long solemnly.

"Xie Wang!" Yifeng nodded.

"Mr. Yifeng, what are you holding, I'll help you!" Bai Long suddenly stepped forward.

Yifeng nodded, and handed all the scrolls in hand to the white dragon.

"Dongfang Decent, I told you before that I wanted to borrow your Dongfang Hall for a while, do you remember?" Yan Chuan asked with a smile.

"Naturally, whatever you want!" Dongfang Decent nodded.

"Since that's the case, then I'm going to retreat first!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Retreat, retreat, what about those great Confucians?" Dongfang Decent said in surprise.

"It's okay, Yifeng came this time to help me!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"He, he?" Dongfang Decent looked at Yifeng in surprise!

Yan Chuan nodded, and Yifeng smiled at Dongfang Decent and nodded.

Oriental decency: "........................!"

"Okay!" Dongfang Decent nodded speechlessly at the moment.

As he spoke, Yan Chuan walked back to the Oriental Hall with steps, and Meow Meow followed.

"Kuang!" the door to the main hall slammed shut. Everyone watched Yan Chuan enter the hall again, and they were speechless for a long time.

"Senior brother, is Yan Chuan really going to be a turtle with a shrunken head?" Chen Ping said in surprise.

"I don't know!" Wang Long frowned.

"Hey, those two came over, still holding a hundred scrolls, and that plaque?" Chen Ping said in surprise.

Liu Zilu's eyes narrowed, and he watched Yifeng and Bailong fly over.

Dongfang Decent looked at it, stayed outside the Dongfang Hall and guarded, and spontaneously protected the Dharma for Yan Chuan.

Inside the Oriental Temple.

"Meow Meow, put up the books in the hall first, don't break them!" Yan Chuan said to Meow Meow.

"Meow!"

Meow's little felt hat suddenly generated a huge suction, sucking a large number of books into the small felt hat.

"Meow, big rascal, what are you going to close up?

"No, I want to nourish my soul and climb to the top! Next, there may be a fierce battle!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

"Who's fighting?"

"White Emperor Tian!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

Yongdian.

On a high platform.

The white dragon slowly landed on the high platform with the wind.

Looking at the plaque of 'selling fame and fishing reputation' in Bai Long's hand, a group of big Confucians suddenly frowned.

Nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators who were invited here held their breath at the moment and looked at the people on the high platform.

"Who are you, why can't Yan Chuan come?" Chen Ping shouted.

Yifeng smiled slightly.

"My king is going to defeat Sima Yuntian, how can I waste my efforts on you people!" Yi Feng said lightly.

"What?" Chen Ping's eyes widened.

"I mean, you're not qualified to let my king go to any of your meetings!" Yifeng shook his head.

At this moment, it's not that Yifeng won't be modest, but that he can't be modest, at this moment it represents Yan Chuan, representing a country that is about to be, how can a big country be low-voiced?

"Yan Chuan is scared, haha!" Chen Ping smiled disdainfully.

Shaking his head, Yifeng said: "The king doesn't disdain to make a move, it's enough to have me!"

"Just you?" said Chen Ping, laughing.

A large number of Confucian cultivators laughed. Yifeng Jingjing Realm cultivation, just such a person, still want to fight the Confucianism alone?

"Why are you laughing?" Yifeng was not angry, and said lightly.

"...... your age!" Chen Ping was about to count.

But just halfway through the conversation, I couldn't go on, it seemed that Yan Chuan was younger.

Yifeng smiled slightly and said: "In Xia Yifeng, this time, I will send a plaque to my king, I hope you don't shirk again!"

Saying that, the white dragon sent the plaque of 'selling fame and fishing reputation' again!